nantes.

mythologyofblue:

“You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

—Ray Bradbury

(RIP, August 22, 1920 - June 5, 2012)

you like to be swallowed
and i like
swallows.

your skin reeks of
yesterday’s moon,
which incidentally
smells like you.

we sit in a gaol
because jail is for
criminals and we are
only immigrants to
petty theft.

coffins amuse you:
the color of the wood.
the curious shapes.
they are lacquered
like your grandmother’s
piano, a word she
pronounced piana. so you
strangled her, and that’s what
i love most about
autumn.

- “When they squeeze us the wind splinters where we used to be, which is also where we are now,” Thomas Courtney Vance

two weeks until i fly out of sydney and don’t have to think of anything for a while. 

i could have held your sadness with you.

“This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.”
― Michael Ondaatje, Coming Through Slaughter